#Quu OCs

[lylesbit]

I didn't have anything Star Wars related to post, so here's my OCs Nadia and Honaya! Both of them are adopts from okidouchie (Instagram)!!♡

[renonv]

WHY THE HELL IS VATICAN A DELICIOUS DILF BROOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 RGEGEGRGRGRGEGE BITING MY CAGE DAWG

BC NOT ONLY DOES HE SERVE GOD BUT HE ALSO SERVES CUNT!!! AND BECAUSE HE IS FATHERRRR 🙏

[destinydating]

Celebrating The Dawning with:

Eris Morn

Over the years, she has grown to allow herself the little joys of life. It has been difficult, and it still is at times, but she knows it's going to be easier for her this year with your love and support around.

You bring her healthy treats to balance out the overly sweet ones that the Guardians bring her during this time.

You convince her to light a few candles for her friends in remembrance. She cries. Silently. It's a raw emotion, and she still has difficulty showing her tender side from time to time, but she's opening up more. She lets the tears fall, knowing that she will be without judgment if you catch her in a vulnerable moment.

[wishfulfictioning]

Blood of the Covenant

[victors-grave]

HOMOSEXUALS!!!!

New oc's who I will make more stuff about when I can be bothered.

The one with white hair is Rayne, and the other one is Arley. Rayne is Zena’s youngest daughter who won't show up for ages yet but its good to be prepared, still.

[meeting-strxlight-archived]

@starless-aria said: >Fate OC 👀 Ayo?

@everglow-synth said: I may not know shit about shit when it comes to Fate, but if you ever need to talk OC stuff, feel free to hmu :v

Meet Queen Elizabeth the 3rd! Kind of.

I know, I know, it sounds weird, hold your horses - or your Corgi's, for that matter - and pull up a seat and listen.

So, this Queen Elizabeth isn't actually the Queen of England. She's my very first OC from my very first visual novel, My Girlfriend is the President.

Yes, it's a funny title, but it's so good. Even to this day I shill it. Here's the intro, for those interested!

So, my Queen Elizabeth was a young girl in a Japanese hospital; born with a terminally-ill condition, she wasn't going to live past her mid-20's at absolute best. Even with the advancements in medical technology, all it'd do is delay the inevitable.

However, it seemed that delay was what she needed; when aliens crashed on Earth and froze all the world leaders in cryogenic storage to repair them. When the world needed new leaders, two were chosen; Nippon, and Russia.

Britain, however, was left leaderless, along with a myriad of other countries. Having only done very basic research into those that ruled the world, it went unnoticed... Until revolts started to occur.

Using their mind-changing beam, aliens managed to subdue the chaos, though it quickly became apparent that they needed a figurehead to keep people in check.

Thus, she were chosen; not long left to live, so if she died, it would truly be of little consequence. A chance to live a better life, free from the impending doom of certain death, granted. Quu would alter her mind and memories the same way she did for Irina and Yukino.

This young Nipponese woman became the leader of the United Kingdom; Queen Elizabeth the 3rd, to everyone, including herself.

Deep in her mind, though, she knew something wasn't right; even with all the mind-altering therapy that they put her through, her subconscious just couldn't shake the feeling something wasn't right.

When she died - of natural causes, of course, according to the press - Elizabeth was reincarnated as a Servant in the Throne of Hero's; split into a few different classes.

Saber, Rider, and Pretender.

The main Queen Elizabeth is a Saber, who's Nobel Phantasm is "Ultimate Lie"; it impacts only herself, however, anything she believes will become reality, no matter if it's absolute truth... Or an absolute lie.

She will believe in herself, no matter what, because that's what she was imprinted to know. Her personality reflects this, with her playful and joyful motions, yet never once letting a crack in her emotional defenses show.

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[sunnysepulchre]

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Upenim of the Eolons, youngest daughter of Queen Yngvaldr of the matriarchal Eolon dynasty. Uses her mind magic for Evil (mind control magic+royalty = bad times). Marries a thrall without asking her mom, gets banished to an absolutely frozen wasteland castle where her family originated. Gets murdered by that thrall who comes down and overthrows the rest of her family. (547-568)

Quu of Kituras, second child of the duchess Sogolon Kituras. A serious, intelligent young man with a soft spot for his siblings. Easily teased. Is married to the younger prince, Sylvanis, and sent to aforementioned wasteland, which is all that is left to Sylvanis' line by this point. Works incredibly hard to modernize and repair said wasteland. (655-712)

Xenia Jevreti (600-638) Saw her home get conquered when she was younger, and became determined to fight back and free her lands. She failed, unfortunately.

Gustaw Nutautas (640-695) Autistic king, historian, constantly harassing his cousin, the duchess of his country, with new information he's learned. His wife does the actual running of their county which frees him up for his hobbies (harassing his cousin with new info)

Ilo Eriskuumaal (550-599) Son of the duchess who helped put the thrall from #1 on the throne. He marries a lady in his mother's country at her behest and enjoys caring for his birds.

Fronika Escain (663-718) Incredibly smart young woman from a region known as The Purplewood. She is her aunt's heir, and is talented in light magic, but doesn't particularly feel she's ready to rule. One of her first acts is creating a memorial for a tragedy that happened when she was ten.

These are all from my fantasyverse, Triel!

[louthegreatfurrry]

so i finally got around to sketching up some various worship-outfits for my OC Crisp to wear - feat some very sloppy shading and five colour palettes from @epikowlpalettes :)

in order, they are:

1. (no palette) everyday wear outside of the temple 2. (Don’t Do Him Dirty, August 6th 2020) everyday wear inside of the temple 3. (Quazar Born, August 7th 2020) attire for festivals, parties, and so on 4. (A Little Less Salt, July 24th 2020, darkened version) sleepwear! 5. (Luck of Junk, August 4th 2020) travel gear, especially in foresty areas 6. (Take it Slower, July 27th 2020) reserved for the most sacred of rituals and gatherings

Thank you so much to @epikowlpalettes for their wonderful service ^^ These outfits would not have looked half as good without the palettes. Some were a bit of a struggle (Luck of Junk I’m looking at you) but it was a fun challenge either way! My favourite outfits by far are the second and last, but I’m fine with the result of them all. Now for the rest of the cast...

[merotwst]

. about —- [ merotwst ]

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hello! my name is elizabeth but you can call me whatever nickname you like! usually my friends call me ellie. im 18+ using she/her pronouns and a member of @twstnexus.

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[the-pinstriped-hood]

Midnight Shenanigans

This Fic includes @rottent33th's OC Ellie, @slaasherslut's OC Ava and my OC Percy

All other characters are Canon to House of Wax 2005

TW: drunken shenanigans, boyfriend chasing, mentions of sex and alcohol

The door opened to find the girl cheering as they entered Percy's house.

This was the first big get together the girls have had to get to know each other in between the Tourist murder.

The usually clean living room was filled with a blanket fort, fluffy pristine pillows, wine, alcoholic Hot chocolate warming in a crockpot and tons of sweets and snacks with the first episode of the Golden girls all quued up on her TV.

"Percy, way to roll out the red carpet honey!" Ava laughed, setting her backpack down by the door.

"You really set all of this up yourself?" Ellie asked, removing her shoes.

"Nah, I bribed Bo with dinner for helping me before kicking him out. This is a hen's only party."

The door shut behind them. "Feel free to set your bags in my room which is two doors on your right and the bathroom is right across if you need it. I'll be in the kitchen."

Ava and Ellie were left alone as their hostess left their side to go tend to last minute food options.

The house was quite large, lavish bed and furniture is looked vintage. Four poster bed with a canopy, older wooden furniture with polished brass finish and an old Gramophone in the corner.

"is it just me or is Percy secretly rich?" Ava peeked inside the bathroom. Polished tile floor with a beautiful clawfoot bathtub, smelling like lavender. Everything in this house was very old looking.

"Well, I mean she is a writer, Ava....it makes sense..."

The girls returned to Percy where she was enjoying a glass of wine with her cat, Macavity.

"Welcome back girls, enjoy your self guided tour?" Percy smiled, sipping her wine as the ginger feline wound his way between the girls legs.

"Aww, hi kitty!" Ellie bent down. "You're a cutie, just like Salem!"

"Sorry about snooping, Perc. Couldn't help it." The guitarist sat down.

Percy shrugged. "Couldn't be helped. Curiosity is what drives us humans after all..are we ready to begin?"

Ava poured herself a mug of the hot cocoa and the trio settled in for their marathon.

-------------------- 2 hours later ----------------

Percy was nursing her second glass of wine between peppermint bon bons when there came a noise from her bedroom. She checked over to the girls and saw Ellie was asleep on the couch with Macavity and Ava shared a soft look with Percy.

"Go take a look at what that was, I'll be right back..."

Ava quietly crept down the tiled hall down to the master bedroom and peeked in cracking the door open slightly.

A hunched figure was rummaging through Percy's drawers. The light was off so Ava couldn't see.

Ava almost screamed as Percy covered her mouth. "Stay here."

There was a glint of silver in the Novelist's hand as she slammed the door open and turned on the light. "Hold it right there!" Percy announced loudly.

The figure was now more clear. His usual t bird cap and mechanics jumper was all too familiar. "Beauregard Sawyer Sinclair, drop what you have in your hands, put your hands up and turn around."

Bo chuckled. "Damn...."

There was no mistaking that crooked southern smile. "Hi angel...." A pair of Percy's silk panties dropped to the floor.

"A panty raid? Really, Bo?" Percy asked tone less than surprised to see her paramour rummaging around her drawers and setting her letter opener down on the table beside her.

Bo dropped his hands into his pockets. "Couldn't help it...it was just such an enticing idea..."

"One you conjured up in that depraved mind I take it?"

"Maybe?"

"Why do I get the sense you-"

Ellie screamed alerted the girls.

"Looks like that's my cue to leave darlin, see you later my angel~" he winked, grabbing the stolen loot and dove back out the window as the girls ran towards the scream to find Vincent and Lester hightailing behind the Eldest Sinclair with their respective girlfriends stolen loot.

"Motherfuckers!!" Percy hissed, pulling the door open and dead sprinting after them.

Tag: @cries-in-latino @allthingsblood

[glitterstarly]

Beastober day 3: Fur

Featuring my oc Quu the parasprite!

[park-jiminaweyeah-deactivated]

Trust Fall | Part IX | Taehyung

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Summary: Five years together, ten years apart, and a lot of broken promises. Oh and a nine year old boy named Jae. He’s adorable.

Prologue | I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX |

Snapping awake, Jungkook looked around only to realize he wasn’t in his hotel room, but rather in a room that was unfamiliar. The walls were white from what he could see from the lightning that flashed through the window from the storm. And the smell. The smell almost made him gag as he was surrounded in an extremely sterile smelling room. It wasn’t until he could comprehend the muffled beeping noises and the humidifier lighting going off did Jungkook realize, Hoseok was a fucking liar that shouldn’t be trusted because that asshole took him to a hospital and- oh  there he was, looking pissed-

“Jeon Jungkook”, Hoseok said, his voice low and dangerous, “You’re in a shitload of trouble kid.”

The atmosphere was still thick after Mia had all but exploded at Taehyung, the latter not knowing what to say in response. Was he supposed to say sorry? Was he supposed to be angry in return?

“You can’t blame me for everything”, was all that came out of his mouth in a whisper.

“What-”

“I tried to call. I tried to email. I even sent goddamn letters. Everything just bounced back. I've had people look for you, they couldn't find anything. You didn't live with your parents or with your sister, you changed your number, your email, everything. It's like you disappeared without a trace. It’s like you didn’t want me to find you”, Taehyung said, facing away from Mia and swallowing the tears down.

Another tone of silence overtook the space, this silence much more heavy than the last. Mia couldn't believe it; she didn't want to. She lived the past ten years of her life hating the father of her son thinking that he had discarded them in favor of better things. She refused to believe that she had hated him for all the wrong reasons.

“Taehyung”, she breathed, so many questions running through her head, “I'm...I’m sorry. I didn't know.”

“Of course you didn't”, he laughed bitterly, “Hoseok had to have someone keep him company.”

All the remorse that Mia had held in her drained away all of a sudden, tensing up just as she was beginning to relax. Rolling her eyes and scoffing, Mia couldn't help but feel offended.

“You've got to be kidding Taehyung”

“You’re already eng-”

“Did you not hear anything I just said?! Does everything I say just go through one ear and out the other?!”

“I heard what you said-”

“I waited for five years, Taehyung! I waited and I waited and I waited. Hoseok was away for college. I was here, alone.”

“You have a son-”

“So what-”

“He’s Hoseok-”

“Hoseok isn't Jae’s father, Taehyung”, Mia said finally, crossing her arms over her chest defensively, the anger clouding her mind from logical reasoning.

“Then who is?”, Taehyung asked rhetorically, scoffing back.

“You”

“You asshat”, Hoseok shook his head at the younger.

He had turned on the room light once Jungkook became more coherent. Hoseok was planning on knocking some sense into Jungkook because really, who doesn't realize that they're appendix is about to fucking burst-

Jungkook, on the other hand, was scared out of his mind. How much did they tell him? What scans did they do?

“They had to do surgery on you as soon as you were taken in”, Hoseok explains, pouring more water for the younger to drain whatever sickness he had.

“Surgery?!”, Jungkook almost choked on his water, “for what?!”

“For your appendix. It was about ready to burst. The PET scans should be coming in tomorrow”

Breathing out a sigh of relief, Jungkook looked at the older, feeling sorry. Hoseok was doing whatever he could to make sure the younger was well and taken care of, but all Jungkook was doing was hiding.

“Christian. Don't come tomorrow”

“What?”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck.

“Nothing,” Mia said quickly, gathering all her things, “well, rain stopped a little I think I'll get going now.”

“Mia”

“Thanks for letting me take shelter in your car-”

“Mia”

“I'll see you tomorrow at 7 for the beach shoot-”

“Mia”

Knowing she was caught, Mia just settled back in her seat, trying to make herself as small as possible. She wasn't ready for this, she wasn't ready for this confrontation. And she wouldn't have to be ready if she didn't just open her big mouth and-

“What do you mean me?”, Taehyung asked, looking her straight in the eyes, not showing signs of letting up.

“Nothing”, Mia said quickly, wanting to dismiss the topic at hand. She had a son to get home to.

“Mia. What did you mean by me?”, he wasn't going to take ‘nothing’ as an answer anymore. He was sick and tired of this chasing game the both of them seem to be playing all the time.

“Taehyung, I don't really feel comfortable-”

Once she had faced away from him, Taehyung grabbed Mia’s face in his hands, forcing her to look at him from across the console. A gasp left her lips from the sudden close proximity, eyes fluttering up to meet Taehyung’s. It had been a while since they had been this close to each other, their faces of course, and now that they were, Mia could see everything.

She could see the high cheekbones and the tan skin that was highlighted with the lighting streaks from the storm. She could see his hairline that seemed to have thinned from all the stress of being a company CEO at the age of 24. She recognized the little moles that adorned his face; one on his nose and a cute one right under his eye, and Mia felt comfort from the things that never changed. But the biggest thing that did change, was his eyes. Taehyung from ten years ago would have a childish glint in his eyes, the type that seemed lighthearted and carefree. The Taehyung now only held a tinge of regret lined with sadness, the type of sadness that made you want to hug him tight and never let him go.

“What did you mean when you said me”, he whispered, the whole situation feeling a little too intimate for her liking, but it wasn’t like she was pulling away.

Looking up at him from where her eyes strayed, Mia saw the eyes of a broken man looking at her with hope of what he wanted to hear. But she would never admit that it was what she wanted to hear from herself, telling her head that it was the right thing to do; the fair thing to do for both him and Jae.

Without a second thought in either of their heads, Taehyung had begun moving closer and closer, Mia also moving to close the distance. Red alarms went off in Mia’s head, but she was feeling eighteen all over again, putting them to the side and focusing on the man in front of her. They were millimeters apart, Taehyung about ready to give in and give up to her despite everything in his body rejecting the idea when-

“You’re a father”

“Jungkook, I heard you were in the hospital. Are you okay?”

“Don’t worry about it hyung, I’m fine. Did you...did you find her yet?”

There was a pause on the other end, followed by a tired sigh. Jungkook knew Namjoon was tired although he refused to sleep. It must have been in the middle of the night back in Korea, yet knowing his brother, Namjoon was still up in his office with one lamp illuminated on his desk while he stresses out to find the woman who had gone missing two months ago.

“No, not yet. But don’t worry about it, I’ll find her and bring her back”

And Jungkook hated this. Everytime he had asked, all Namjoon said was that he would ‘take care of it’. He hated being kept in the dark; out of the loop. He hated that everyone thought he was so fragile that he couldn’t handle a little bit of bad news.

“I’m not a kid anymore, hyung. I helped you build Serix from the ground up. We’ve both been at the worst that we could ever be together, stop acting as if I’ll crack under pressure”

Another moment of silence passed through the phone as Jungkook waited for his brother to say something; anything.

“I’ll call you back later Jungkook”

Flinging his phone to the wall in frustration, the younger pushed his head into the palms of his hands, hot tears bubbling up within him. It was always like this. His brother never trusted him with information, thinking Jungkook was too radical, too rebellious; too irresponsible. And Namjoon may be right; the younger may be reckless and rash, but to Jungkook, there was only one person he would ever be able to give that lifestyle up for. The same woman that he was trying to find.

His mother.

“What do you mean Jungkook is in the hospital?!”, Mia yelled from shock, the fact that she was in Taehyung’s car and that he finally knew Jae was his didn’t process when Hoseok broke the news to her.

Taehyung, still recovering from the life changing confession, just looked ahead at the raindrops meeting the road. Mia next to him chattered away on the phone, not even meeting his eyes. I'm a father. I'm a father?

“I gotta go”, Mia said suddenly, gathering all her things in a hurry, but Taehyung wasn't having any of that.

“Stop”, he said, placing his hand over fumbling ones to get her attention, “I'll drive you. It's already late and it's still raining.”

“Look Taehyung, I know you're in shock and you probably wanna talk about it but-”

“I’m not letting you walk there by yourself this late at night”, he said, not giving space for argument, already putting the car in motion.

“Welcome to Paradise Mrs. Kim. We hope you enjoy your stay here with Mr. Kim”, the flight attendants said, personally lining up to see off the woman walking down the steps of the private plane.

“Thank you”, she smiled, “do you know where he may be at the moment? I want to make sure I surprise him”

“I'm afraid Mr. Kim is out at the magazine’s office. He said he had a few things to discuss with Director Jung”, the pilot apologized, guiding the woman off the tarmac.

“Ahh I see”, she chided, a smirk curling around her lips, “He doesn’t suspect a thing I see, always too far to look close enough.”

“There was a request for one of Mr. Kim’s associates to escort you to the hotel safely”, the pilot said and she had turned to face the man.

“Isn’t that lovely. At least someone’s got their head on right-”

“Good evening Mrs. Kim”

The woman smiled lightly at the familiar voice behind her; a voice she hadn’t heard in such a long, long time. Turning around, she was met with fiery eyes and a fake smile of an old friend.  

“Good evening Haemi. I assume you’ll be taking me to my son”

“I hope you know we’re still going to talk about this later”, Taehyung said, breaking the silence as they exited the car and walked towards the lobby area.

Mia just sighed and stopped in her tracks, turning around to face him. “You know Mr. Kim, I’d rather we not. My family and I have been doing just fine before you came back and it’ll continue that way long after you’ve left.”

Having enough of Mia’s stupid game that he thought they had already gotten rid of, Taehyung took long strides and met the girl face to face, closer than they’ve been in years.

“I just found out that I’m a father. The father of your child and whether you like it or not, Jae is my son too.”

“Blood isn’t the only thing that makes him yours Taehyung”, Mia said, words coming out as a whisper from the close proximity and she hated how weak her voice sounded but she couldn’t find the strength, nor the want, to pull away.

“You left us. You built a life somewhere else; you made a name for yourself-”

“I let you down”, Taehyung brokenly admitted, taking a step forward only for Mia to take one back.

“I left you here”, another step forward and another back.

The hammering in both of their chests grew louder and louder with each passing second, neither of them pulling away from the intimate gaze they had locked on each other.

“I didn’t realize what I had until it was taken away from me”

Finally, Mia didn’t have anywhere else to go, her back hit the edge of a cement column and Taehyung had caged her in. She couldn’t explain it, all the emotions she was feeling all at once, all of them rushing to her head making her dizzy.

“Let me fix my mistakes. Let me right my wrongs”

Taehyung’s ears were ringing and his head knew this was such a bad idea, but something in him was pulling him towards Mia all over again and he couldn’t refuse. The way she looked, the way she acted, the way her eyes were strong but weak at the same time; he couldn’t stay away and now that he knew Jae was his son, the pull was even stronger.

“Let me fix us”

a/n: wow that...that was all over the place 

so the lady was Taehyung’s mom!! Not Hyejin!! Even I’m surprised!! but stay tuned for the next episode of ‘the story that V is a dad and the OC fucking hates him’ because it’s gonna get a lot better...;))))

-M♡♡